Chapter 213: Love
February, 1470
“Richard stop fidgeting.” Margaret barked at her eldest son. She didn’t mean the words though; she was just as anxious and impatient to look upon Edmund. His letter had come and she’d sung her heart out at the news.
Mass had been said to say thanks, and bells had rung and the city had celebrated. And now Edmund was returning. He’d already entered the city, but was making his way to the Palace by boat. She couldn’t wait to see him, to hold him, to kiss him.
“Will Papa remember me?” Richard asked softly.
“Of course. You are his son; he will remember you.” Margaret said to their eldest.
There was a silence then as they waited. Margaret wondered what state Edmund would be in. His letters didn’t suggest he was troubled, but then he’d just killed the greatest threat to their family and the woman who’d sired that threat. That would take its toll on anyone. She’d be there for him, of course. She would not imagine doing anything else.
A guard hurried up to her and said. “His Majesty approaches, Majesty.”
Margaret nodded her thanks and straightened. She could see the boat now. The moment it stopped she had to use all her strength not to run to where it was. Slowly, very slowly, Edmund appeared and got off the board. He was accompanied by his brothers Thomas and Richard, and by Huntingdon, Essex, and countless others. Margaret sunk into a curtsey, whilst her sons and daughters bowed or curtseyed.
“Your Majesty.” Margaret said.
She saw Edmund’s finger point upwards indicating they could rise, and so she did so as did the rest of the court. Edmund smiled at her. “Your Majesty.”
He looked at their son and the rest of their children and smiled. “Children.”
“Your Majesty.” They answered solemnly.
He looked at the rest of those gathered around them. “The war is over. The Lancastrians are dead!”
That was greeted by a cheer.
Edmund then looked back at her and took her hand in his. He kissed it, and then looked at her again and said. “We are safe now. We are whole.”
Margaret smiled, she let go of their son who hugged Edmund and then ran off. Margaret laughed as did Edmund, he then pulled her close and kissed her full on the mouth, when they broke apart she whispered. “I love you and I am so proud of you, my King.” She meant it, every word she’d said.
Edmund smiled. “I love you, my Queen.”